Merry, Merry and Ho, Ho, Ho (no skank- I'm not referring to you)...
I'm not a super Christmassy person- I think working at the mall in my youth sucked it out of me. All the music, the decorations, the crowds starting in November...UGH! I'm also not a crowd person- but that's a story for another time.
I thought I would share some positive memories from Christmas Past... two mainly...
We would celebrate Christmas Eve at Oma and Opa's...stoked that Santa hit us up twice- once at Oma's and then again at home. After dinner was done, the dishes cleared, the three of us doing what ever it was we did at the time (probably trying to kill each other or trying not to kill each other since Santa was coming)...we would hear what sounded like reindeer hooves on the roof of Oma's house. We'd gasp....SANTA'S HERE!!!! And the 3 of us with our Aunt would go run to the basement....we couldn't see Santa, naturally, because then we wouldn't get any gifts. But we could hear upstairs the front door open- feet stomping, some 'ho, ho,ho', some Santa chatter, the door would close again, and we could rush upstairs. The living room would be covered in presents, and the opening frenzy would begin. It was great.
The sibs and I have since asked how they did the "reindeer on the roof" business, because everyone always seemed to be in the living room- never noticed anyone was missing, to throw some rocks or something. But to this day- the adults will not tell us.
The other thing they told us when we were little was that the flashing red light we saw off in the distance was Rudolph's nose. It was just one of those antenna towers- that flashed year round- maybe we only noticed it at Christmas, I don't know.... But we believed it.
Memory #2... I was about 12, and felt like death with a cold/flu/invasion on the body snatcher disease thing. I was a happy camper that Christmas. Oma had the 'perfect solution' to help cure me of the disease... a shot of blackberry brandy.
Allow me to digress a bit- Blackberry Brandy- It's Oma's magical cure-all. Got a concussion- rub a cold knife blade on your bump and have a shot. Constipated- have a shot. Got the big D (from have too much black berry brandy)- have a shot. Stomach upset- have a shot. Headache- have a shot... You get the point. If you don't have blackberry brandy- regular brandy could work, followed by rum as a second option (but it's not as medicinal), and last option whiskey.
So I'm dying....and I get a shot of blackberry brandy after dinner. I go into the little room, and just lay on the floor (I was all hot flashy and cold sweating). I think I pass out because I'm being woken up from mom to open presents...I'm still all hot and feeling like crap...I unenthusiastically open my gifts- Oma gives me another shot (WOO HOO)...and I go back to the little room and sleep until it's time to go home. And in the morning when I awoke...I miraculously felt better. No more hot-flashing, cold sweating, feeling like shit....it was like the power of blackberry brandy compelled the beastly virus in me... HAIL THE POWER OF BLACKBERRY BRANDY!!!
And I just got an email from my Aunt- as I was inquiring about Holiday Oma and to see if I should try and get my hands on some ativan or something. She replied with "no- she took some blackberry brandy and she fine." Hail the power.
Rock out with your Christmas cock out.
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